ON, as in on the kitchen counter. ON, as in on the stairs dragging my glasses down in his paws and teeth, step by step. ON my lap, alternately purring and sinking his tiny little teeth into my wrists...

He throws himself into whatever captures his attention, without hesitation, without fear. While his sister Yukiko looks on, bored or calculating, saving her energy for the surgical strike, Yo Yo blunders through like a kitty on a mission. He is all heart. I adore him. ​

He forces me to invest in him. He exercises my patience, and causes that muscle to grow stronger. He challenges me. He doesn't listen. He jumps back on the table as soon as I'm not looking... sometimes even when I am looking. He is a scamp. And yet, he follows me everywhere and cries when I'm not in sight...